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Yo - who hold guns and ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, an mc
Love money like I love my
Love my nigga com when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be

And been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you
Catash put the dip in dip socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib

Yo you better recognize and try to analyze
Hand over fist - how can a man act a bitch?
and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the before the same thing happen to you

And they'll leave your ass sticky like
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez
Smugglin these cuts s.c., you best be-
-lieve there's no web or a net
We done 40 bottles of threat, yo

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What you know about my (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, tight?
And what you know an off night? (uhh)
What you know about frontin for the light?
And what you know about gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show
What you about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you about my writes? (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with
My telly's a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I
My gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' you like you stole somethin

Yo these I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I it
They stomach I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the I gain
But the that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it home to l.a.
connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own
Let mind expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, black tarzan
You got to live the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like pan, like sly, take a stand
And go saturday night like ichiban

I keep it dirty under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like uncle aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, chef it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
Head jerk, it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the i'ma say e-swift did it

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And I've been known to get it on, past the of the dawn
Tash'll you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss spit that rhyme my way
I can y'all niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see like these is why this album goin classic

This is for the dj, it back one time
I bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', plug won - who the

Aiyyo we park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, they done tripped the
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin these
In this we'll stay like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or fuck it all up, the blame
Brand name fresh out the box hustle
Manpower is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I never been soft, the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the it's time to return
My only concern is makin sure hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, niggaz
Is all up in the and don't deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, the cap and kick back
De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get
And what you about us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face the phantom of the opera?

w/ minor variations

[chorus
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)
Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)

You got the to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}